As a single male who frequents bars I consider myself an expert on the phenomenon known as beer goggles . . . This man's female equivalent would have to require a week long bender and even then it would be doubtful.

Are you sure it was just alcohol and he didn't slip you a roofie? Or are you just from the swamp donkey team and therefor have to temper your standards in accordance?

As a single male who frequents bars I consider myself an expert on the phenomenon known as beer goggles . . . This man's female equivalent would have to require a week long bender and even then it would be doubtful.

Are you sure it was just alcohol and he didn't slip you a roofie? Or are you just from the swamp donkey team and therefor have to temper your standards in accordance?

In my defense, he hadn't packed on THAT much weight at the time we made our sweet, sweet love. Apparently the stress of having a babby mama has caused him to seek more food and/or beer than before.

A bottle of Quagmires best roofies, two 70's era Ozzy rails of pure E, and a tire iron to the forehead would still make it difficult to put all that together in the morning. Esp when he left a chitlin in there. Dear Lord, my brain hurts just attempting to rationalize the ordeal as imaginary. You must be horrified.

A bottle of Quagmires best roofies, two 70's era Ozzy rails of pure E, and a tire iron to the forehead would still make it difficult to put all that together in the morning. Esp when he left a chitlin in there. Dear Lord, my brain hurts just attempting to rationalize the ordeal as imaginary. You must be horrified.

As a single male who frequents bars I consider myself an expert on the phenomenon known as beer goggles . . . This man's female equivalent would have to require a week long bender and even then it would be doubtful.

Are you sure it was just alcohol and he didn't slip you a roofie? Or are you just from the swamp donkey team and therefor have to temper your standards in accordance?